Bootleg - Lyrics - The Long Road Home: Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection - John Fogerty

Title: Bootleg
Album: The Long Road Home: Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection
Artist: John Fogerty
Composer(s): John Fogerty

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Lyric:
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

Take you a glass of water
Make it against the law
See how good the water tastes
When you can't have any at all

Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

Findin' a natural woman
Like honey to the bee
But you don't buzz the flower
When you know the honey's free

Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie
But Lord, that ain't no fun
Better you grab it when she ain't lookin'
'Cause you know you'd rather have it on the run

Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

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Bootleg - Lyrics - More Creedence Gold - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Title: Bootleg
Album: More Creedence Gold
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

Take you a glass of water
Make it against the law
See how good the water tastes
When you can't have any at all

Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, [Incomprehensible]

Findin' a natural woman
Like honey to a bee
But you don't buzz the flower
When you know the honey's free

Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie
But Lord, that ain't no fun
Better you grab it when she ain't lookin'
'Cause you know you'd rather have it on the run

Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl
Bootleg, bootleg
Bootleg, howl

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Freedom Of Speech Won'T Feed My Children - Lyrics - Know Your Enemy - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Freedom Of Speech Won'T Feed My Children
Album: Know Your Enemy
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Sean Moore, Nicholas Allen Jones

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Lyric:
Liberty, sweet liberty
Charitable respectability
Then pacifism killed us all
For all the tourists on the Berlin Wall

So we protest about human rights
Worship obesity as our birthright
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing

We love to kiss the Dalai Lama's ass
Because he is such a holy man
Free to eat and buy anything
Free to fuck from Paris to Beijing

Little boys with dangerous toys
All bow down to the Beastie Boys
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing

Royalty, hereditary
Unelected and becalmed
Just like Stalin, just like Stalin
Human and useless

Bomb the Chinese Embassy
The west is free, oh, the west is free
Laugh at the hammer and sickle
It is antique, oh, it is antique

And see the love in Richard Gere's eyes
JS Pemberton saved our lives
But freedom of speech won't feed my children
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing

Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing
Just brings heart disease and bootleg clothing

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The Realest - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: The Realest
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Barbara Gaskins, Albert J Johnson, Nathaniel Wilson, A Maman

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Lyric:
The killa's shit dun, no doubt
The undisputed

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

Yo when the gats reveal, you cats get peeled and that's the deal
Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real
When the slugs burst G.Rap be aimin' at your mug first
Niggas is blood thirst we'll see who get plugged worst

We dug earth the place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you
Jackin' you more than Ripper my fifth's an organ shifter

The human organism lifter you'll be hearin' organs
If ya leavin' orphans, if ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher to bump heads with those that dump lead

Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead G.Rap, Havoc and Prodigy
Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be, it gotta be

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

When the gat spit some niggaz get blown off the atlas
It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus
Get practiced what you lack is you think like the average
Jake Stone found a leavin', crime scenes entangled

Nothin' but cannons get conspicuous
Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched
Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that
If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that

Draw blood for my nigga G O D ,TY Nitty and Twin
And Twin is not here plus my kin
Killa B forever with me quick to settle with me
Into QB to show love throughout the years with me

You got guns we got guns the serious ones
Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs
We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns
Love never disrespect hit niggas we re-direct

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

Never prejudge, it be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee

I spent more nights illin', less nights chillin'
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the dealizz, some killas like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest

Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be burstin' off guns like a Vietnam vet
On the steps sittin' in the staircase bent
Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head

Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips, switch clothes after I spit
Place niggas back in they space fuck's on ya mind kid

For street niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up durin' these times
For police who'll find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night

For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
It's been a realest shit you heard in your life

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In The Nolia - Lyrics - Project English - Juvenile

Title: In The Nolia
Album: Project English
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Say Bubba, I'm glad you gave me the green light
So I can write some shit, for my hood and talk about the shit I see
You know what I'm sayin'? I've been waitin' for this chance to do this
And express my motherfuckin' self and still make fun at the shit
Y'all ready to do this?

You might get flipped in the Nolia
You might get water whipped in the Nolia
And niggaz is a trip in the Nolia
They be on some shit in the Nolia

Them hoes be twerkin' in the Nolia
Police be lurkin' in the Nolia
My pockets be hurtin' in the Nolia
You gotta be workin' in the Nolia

I hit my first bitch in the Nolia
I hit my first lick in the Nolia
I opened up shop in the Nolia
I damn near got popped in the Nolia

I be up in the cuts in the Nolia
Hemmin' them niggaz up in the Nolia
Oh yeah, we stick together in the Nolia
Down for whatever in the Nolia

Magnolia my home and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin' charge when you fuckin' with me
Magnolia my home and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin' charge when you fuckin' with me

Yeah, I was strugglin' in the Nolia
Came up on nothin' in the Nolia
Nigga was hustlin' in the Nolia
Junkies was rushin' in the Nolia

I done had fights in the Nolia
Damn near lost my life in the Nolia
We play the porch in the Nolia
We hang out in the courts in the Nolia

We be on the flight in the Nolia
We be up all night in the Nolia
I used to live in the Nolia
Ever since a kid in the Nolia

Nigga gettin' busted in the Nolia
Some niggaz can't be trusted in the Nolia
A nigga got jacked in the Nolia
Got stabbed in the back of the Nolia

Magnolia my home and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin' charge when you fuckin' with me
Magnolia my home and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin' charge when you fuckin' with me

Nigga shoot dice in the Nolia
We fuckin' nigga wifes in the Nolia
We always act our ass in the Nolia
We always have a splash in the Nolia

Oh yeah, we havin' wars in the Nolia
Shootin' at niggaz cars in the Nolia
We all go to ki's in the Nolia
We all wear soldieries in the Nolia

Dem hoes thick fine in the Nolia
We throw second lines in the Nolia
We got no cheap in the Nolia
Come and holla at my peeps in the Nolia

The shit don't ever stop in the Nolia
It's always pepper hot in the Nolia
We got a lot of thugs in the Nolia
But we got a lot of love in the Nolia

Magnolia my home and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin' charge when you fuckin' with me
Magnolia my home and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin' charge when you fuckin' with me
Magnolia my home and it's gon' always be
You get a trespassin' charge when you fuckin' with me

Uh, yeah, for my T.C. niggaz, my bootleg niggaz
This for my motherfuckin' 6th street niggaz
My La Salle street niggaz, yeah, my Belmont niggaz, yeah
My Magnolia niggaz

Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
For who? This one for my Magnolia niggaz
Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
Yeah, believe dat, I can't see it no other way

Uh, yeah, for my T.C. niggaz, my bootleg niggaz
This for my motherfuckin' 6th street niggaz
My La Salle street niggaz, yeah, my Belmont niggaz, yeah
My Magnolia niggaz

Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
For who? This one for my Magnolia niggaz
Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
Yeah, believe dat, I can't see it no other way

Uh, yeah, for my T.C. niggaz, my bootleg niggaz
This for my motherfuckin' 6th street niggaz
My La Salle street niggaz, yeah, my Belmont niggaz, yeah
My Magnolia niggaz

Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
For who? This one for my Magnolia niggaz
Fuck with us you gonna get fucked over nigga
Yeah, believe dat, I can't see it no other way

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Time'S Up - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: Time'S Up
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Jason T Phillips, Scott Spencer Storch, Nathaniel D Hale

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years will cost me
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a Dutch
Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch
Think about how I'ma get the cocaine over customs

Never underestimate niggaz or over trust them
Uh, yeah them M's is right in my face
I just gotta throw my timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the Devil
Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what

The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground

I know how to get my pairs off me
They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty
It's a symptom if you bobbin' your head
Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already know I'm throwin' them bricks
Puttin' purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin' them nicks
That's right, homey, you can't move me
I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies

All you shootin' is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I'm just waitin' on a queue like Suzie, don't lose me
These penitentiary chances that I take
Should be able to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into something else
Into something else that'll make something melt
You just gotta feel the kid
If not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatup

The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground

Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
And then chase the book with the documentary
If you can't do none other than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, let's go
Don't make me put your heart in your lap
Fuck ridin' the beat nigga, I parallel park on the track

Hop out lookin' crispy, fresh and new
In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue
And, I don't know you
But I know a man becomes a man
From all the shit that he go through
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Jason
After I cash in, there's really no justification
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line
'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up

The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground

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Love Minus Zero - Lyrics - No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7) - Bob Dylan

Title: Love Minus Zero
Album: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
But she's true, like ice, or fire

People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love, she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk over situations
Read books, and repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall

Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
Knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all

Cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even a pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she doesn't bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

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Dink'S Song - Lyrics - No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7) - Bob Dylan

Title: Dink'S Song
Album: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
If I had wings like Noah's dove
I'd fly the river to the one I love
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

I had a man who was long and tall
Moved his body like a cannon ball
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Remember one evening, it was drizzlin' rain
And in my heart, I felt an achin' pain
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Once I wore my apron low
Been a-keep' you away from my door
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Now, my apron is up to my chin
You pass my door but you never come in
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Muddy river runs muddy 'n' wild
You can't care the bloody for my unborn child
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Number nine train ain' done no harm
Number nine train take my poor baby home
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Fastest man I ever saw
Skid Missouri on the way to Arkansas
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

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She Likes To Boogie Real Low - Lyrics - Live Bootleg Series Volume 6 (Original Recording Remastered) - Johnny Winter

Title: She Likes To Boogie Real Low
Album: Live Bootleg Series Volume 6 (Original Recording Remastered)
Artist: Johnny Winter
Composer(s): Joe Caronna, Frankie Lee Sims

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Lyric:
We went to a party but all we did was rock
I went to a party, she didn't blow her top
And then she

She likes to boogie real low and then

I'm taking my baby out to the picture show
But my baby don't wanna go there no more
She gets

She likes to boogie real low and then, yeah

Now tell me, baby what are you gonna do?
Yes, I love you because you're nice and true
And you can

She likes to boogie real low and

But I love my baby, I love her by myself
When I see her, I'm looking for no one else
You know she

She likes to boogie real low and then
She likes to boogie real low and then
She likes to boogie real low and then

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Blowing In The Wind - Lyrics - No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7) - Bob Dylan

Title: Blowing In The Wind
Album: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

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It'S My Own Fault - Lyrics - Live Bootleg Series Volume 6 (Original Recording Remastered) - Johnny Winter

Title: It'S My Own Fault
Album: Live Bootleg Series Volume 6 (Original Recording Remastered)
Artist: Johnny Winter
Composer(s): Jules Bihari, Riley B King

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Lyric:
It's my own fault, babe
Treat me the way you wanna do
My fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do

When I was loving you, woman
All the time you know I wouldn't be true

Once you told me that you love me
You changed your mind
Once you told me that you love me
You changed your mind

Gonna send you back to your mother
You are no good

You used to make an all fancy woman
Bring it all home to me
I go out every night, baby, look at me
Woman, let us be

My fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
When I was loving you, woman
All the time you know I wouldn't be true

Upon my knees, grabbing my babe
But I'll try to do better, better
You know I'm a trying the best I can

My fault, baby
Oh, treat me the way you wanna do
When I was loving you, woman
All the time, I was loving

My fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
My fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do

When I was loving you, woman
Oh yeah, oh yeah
All the time, all the time
Oh, oh, oh, oh, all the time now

You all know I
You all know I
You all know I do want you
Yeah, hey, hey now

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Highway 61 - Lyrics - No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7) - Bob Dylan

Title: Highway 61
Album: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man you must be puttin' me on"
God says, "No", Abe say "What?"
God say "You can do what you want Abe but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"

Well Abe said, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God say, "Out on Highway 61"

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare department they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
Sam said, "Tell me quick man and I got to run"

0ld howard just pointed with his gun
And said, "That way down Highway 61"

Well Mack the finger said to Louie the King
"I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute son"

And he said, "Yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61"

Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
My complexion she says is much too white
He said, "Come here and step into the light"
He says, "Hmm you're right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done"

But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61

Now the Rovin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done"

We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61

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Assessment [C Swing'S Bootleg Mix] - Lyrics - Beta Band

Title: Assessment [C Swing'S Bootleg Mix]
Artist: Beta Band
Composer(s): Stephen Mason, Robin Jones, John Mclean, Richard Anthon Greentree

Lyric:
I think I cracked my skull on the way down
I think I lost my head when I lay down
The fear facts presented in the cold light of day

I say, the time has come for decision
Better steer my boat for a reason
Lost on the way, I went over horizon
She went out of sight, the girl lost me a lifetime

Sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby
Sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby

I say, the time has come for decision
Better steer my boat for a reason
Lost on the way, I went over horizon
She went out of sight, the girl lost me a lifetime

Sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby
An' sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby

I think, I cracked my skull on the way down
I think, I lost my head when I lay down
The fear facts presented in the cold light of day

And when I step back from all this, I see that I'm fighting
I can't help myself, there's no reason for lying
Truth and fiction they all become one
Help me from the sea to the beach, to the la

Sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby
Sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby
Sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby
Sometimes I feel [Incomprehensible], baby

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Mother Popcorn - Lyrics - Live! Bootleg (Live) - Aerosmith

Title: Mother Popcorn
Album: Live! Bootleg (Live)
Artist: Aerosmith
Composer(s): James Brown, Alfred James Ellis

Lyric:
Popcorn
Popcorn

Some like 'em fat and some like 'em tall
Some like 'em short, skinny legs and all
I like 'em bold, I like 'em proud
And when they walk, you know they draw a crowd

See, you gotta have a mother for me
Popcorn, a look here

There was a time when I was all alone
I had a secret, thought I was gone
Somebody done me, said, ?Now I see
What you are doin', brother, to stay ahead of me?

And when I get burnt, ha, I use a salve
And when I want lovin'
A mother she got to have
See, you got to have a mother for me

Popcorn
Popcorn
Popcorn

Look here, ha, good God
Look here

Do the popcorn and do the horse
Show everybody where you at, you gotta be boss
The way you do your little thing, step in a small ring
And jump back, baby, James Brown's gonna do his thing, popcorn

Sometime, sometime I'm feelin' low
Sometime I'm feelin' low
I call another brother
Talkin' about Maceo

Maceo, blow your horn
A don't put no trash, ha
Play me some popcorn
Maceo, come on, popcorn

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Just Like Tom Thumb Blues - Lyrics - No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7) - Bob Dylan

Title: Just Like Tom Thumb Blues
Album: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter time too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the Goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on housing project hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same

Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost

I started out on Burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough

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I Was Young When I Left Home - Lyrics - No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7) - Bob Dylan

Title: I Was Young When I Left Home
Album: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (The Bootleg Series Vol. 7)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
I was young when I left home
An' I been out ramblin' 'round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
An' I never wrote a letter to my home

It was just the other day
I was bringin' home my pay
When I met an' old friend I used to know
Said, your mother is dead an' gone
Every sisters all gone wrong
An' your daddy needs you home right away

I have a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I can't go home this way

If you miss train, I'm on
Count the days, I'm gone
You'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' you'll hear that whistle blow hundred mile

I've playin' on a track, ma would come an' woop me back
On 'em trusses down by Ol' Jim McKay's
When I pay the debt I owe to the commissary store
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home

Used to tell my ma sometimes
When I see them ridin' blind
Gonna make me home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord, in the wind
Make me home out in the wind

I don't like it in the wind
I wanna back home again
But I can't go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I can't go home this way

I was young when I left home
An' I been out ramblin' 'round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, Lord, Lord
An' I never wrote a letter to my home

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My Name Is (Bootleg Version) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: My Name Is (Bootleg Version)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Labi Siffre

Lyric:
Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Ahem, excuse me
Can I have the attention of the class
For one second?

Hi kids, do you like violence?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails
Through each one of my eyelids?
(Uh, huh)

Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
(Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is?
(Huh?)

My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate
(Umm)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead"
Uh, uhh, So why's your face red? Man you wasted

Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard
I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C'mere slut
(Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off
Hi, my name is, my name is

(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of papers
(Oww)

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin' over pedestrians
In a spaceship while they screamin' at me, "Let's just be friends"

Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
(Damn)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her
(Oh, thank you)

You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans
(Aah)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
(Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away
(Get him)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die
(Fuck that)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive

(Huh, yup)
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
(Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide

Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
(Hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks
(C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits

How you gonna breast feed me, mom?
(Wah)
You ain't got no tits
(Wah)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head

I'm steamin' mad
And by the way when you see my dad?
(Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

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Steady Mobbin - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Ice Cube

Title: Steady Mobbin
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Calhoun Steve Ferrone, Alan Edward Gorrie, Mcintyre Bernard Worrell, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Ronald Dunbar, Duncan O'Shea Jackson, Roger Ball, William Nelson, Hamish Stuart

Lyric:
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know
Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherfuckers that's known
To break em off somethin, give it to me

Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
I'm out the do'
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin

Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I'm gettin major
Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
Cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
I'm making my duty to cuss em
Out, cause I just don't trust em
And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin

Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I'm rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from MandM's
Grumblin like a motherfucker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Saw Sir Jinx bailin'
When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?'
Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me
On the ass hard and fast
And could please try not to leave a gash?'
I said yeah, but I don't play sex
When I'm putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin

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Word Is Bond - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: Word Is Bond
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): P Phillips, K Guest, Erik Schrody, T Guest, C Penn, Joseph Kirkland

Lyric:
Uh, word is bond
I'm a numba 1
Grab your chest
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole

I break it off like a kit-kat ?cause ya can't get that
Worth while style, underground sound
So now you?re frontin', tryin? to fake it
Complain ya never make it
And pretty soon you're runnin' butt-naked
So your ass starts to rob and steel
Madd jealous 'cause my shit's got mass appeal

And now I'm rhymin? with Diamond D
With some brand new shit for the year of '93
I got a loop on my crate and I'm duckin'
The way I'm rhymin? on the break
Till the brothers fuck it

You know I got the funky sound
You still up un the air
'Cause last year I said, "Jump Around"
I'm rollin? thick, so I know you can see me
I got mad little white kids, wishin' they could be me
So don't step up 'cause I'm a come out blastin'
You just a quickie, Punk, I'm Everlastin'

Uh, word is bond
I'm a numba 1
Grab your chest
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole

Now let me hear, my man

Yo, it's Diamond D, the psycotic, narrotic
Pete's an idiotic, smoke the boom that?s exotic
With my man Everlastin'
Brotha's be askin' me for the fee
Kid, my name ain't Sebastion

Give 'em my mom's demo tapes
Foam'n at the mouth
Dreamin' of makin' papes
I know your thirsty
Lord, have mercy, I got ten acts
And ya want to be the first, G
Come on dad, let me breathe ya
Don't be the lint ball on my sleeve

Wanna be down and diggin' wit' the crates
Have dough in the pocket and sleep way past 8
I know the feelin', ya wanna be the one wealin' and dealin'
But your shit ain't appealin', so make haste
I'll stick it to a like paste
Don't sleep, I got the 9 on my waist

Uh, word is bond
I'm a numba 1
Grab your chest
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole

I lick shots for the Soul Assasins
I lick shots fot the Diamond D
I lick shots for the Everlastin'
And I lick shots for the D I T C

Yo, I'm more respected, my neck's protected
So don?t get started, just disregard it
'Cause I'm retarted with an agrial stubin'
When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it
Scoop it, just like a news reporter
I'm causin? disorder 'cause I'm sorta' sick of loosin' money
When I work so hard so if I catch ya bootleggin'
I'm a pull your card

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Carnival World - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: Carnival World
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth

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Lyric:
My father always said that there's no free ride
You've got to make a sacrifice
So many prophets on the Lord's side
Even your soul has got a price

But talk is cheap
It takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knockin' on your door

Spend it while you can, money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can, before it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world
There's no free ride in this carnival world

Too many hawkers on this travelin' show
Everybody's got somethin' to sell
Bootleg Swatches, cardboard, Gucci gear
Watch your step at the wishing well

But talk is cheap
It takes money to buy your freedom
And the tax man's knockin' on your door

Spend it while you can, money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can, before it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world
There's no free ride in this carnival world

What's mine is mine
If it's only one thin dime
My cash was always meant to flow

Spend it while you can, money's contraband
You can't take it with you when you go
Spend it while you can, before it's taken from your hand
There's no free ride in this carnival world
There's no free ride in this carnival world
There's no free ride in this carnival world

There's no free ride
There's no free ride
There's no free ride

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